War engine

Fucked

War engine
Bottles are full,
When the evening's young,
Everyone is looking,
No one wants to start.

After!
Two hours or so,
Bottles are empty,
And you want some more!

Still able to walk,
This is a joke,
No problem to talk,
Losing your flow.

Things are starting to look,
The way they were,
We need more bottles,
And that is the truth!

MORE!
We need more alcohol!
MORE!
We need more alcohol!

Fucked!
In the head,
What is to do,
What is the plan?

Suddenly!
The bottles arrive,
This is from heaven,
That is no lie!

No!
No more fucking alcohol!
No!
Sick of fucking alcohol!

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